No Glasses
Last Friday morning, I was making final preparations for heading out the door to do a monologue for a weekend service at Willow Creek Community Church, and when the moment of departure came, I couldn't find my glasses. It's not that I'm blind particularly, but be the older gentleman that I am, my ocular skills are definitely on the decrease. Blurry is the best that can be said. But there was no coming up with them in those frantic five minutes, so off I flew.
Fortunately, the consequences were relatively minor. Other than a constant feeling of nakedness, and the occasional lack of depth perception in night driving ("no need to be nervous here, I'm pretty sure the driveway to the hotel is right...right...right here.")
I assumed the spectacles would show up while I was gone, but sure enough, they didn't.
I don't have any great spiritual or artistic insight as a result of these past five days of blindness, except that in moments when my ability to see is distinctly impaired, life does not sit around and wait. We move forward or we don't. If I'd waited to catch the plane before I had my eyesight all put together, I'd still be waiting. Find what you want in that little story, but it has something to do with annoyance, faith, and going to the grocery store even when it's hard to make out what you're buying.
10:30:25 AM
